The Coda
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it,
I'm crawling on your shore.
~*~
She's already there when he leaves Carlisle.
He can hear her waiting, that contagious silent cage.
It stops him at the closed door to the Freaks Closet, staring at it without being able to miss it's finite details of miniscule paint cracks and places where the dovetailing doesn't match up perfectly, and never seeing it at all. He could still walk away. His awareness waited on Alice waiting on him.
She was the only one who would understand, but still she wasn't in his head. No one ever had been. And now not no one but specifically someone, specifically Carlisle, had. But he was still all alone. And alone again. And breathlessly aware of what alone was in a brand new way. He didn't have to walk in. Alice would understand. He could just run until this explosion inside of him finally broke free, finally settled. Carlisle or Esme would handle the school.
He raised a hand, fingertips glancing the door, head bowed.